Current 93 - Niemandswasser

^CmI have to say ^BbI have to s^Cmee The twilight moonlit The houses on h^Bbills All appear so blind^F At nigh^Gt ^Cm

^BbTo the s^Cmkies Are golden, sparkling With blood and dus^Bbt

On beams of bloo^Fd Dance at ni^Gght ^Abmaj The trees turn under^Bb the rain^Cm Pan lies dead from rut to r^Bbot ^{F G} I ^Cmsaw the lighthouses a^Bbll ^Cmfall Small angels hold paras^Bbols

The cl^Facking on the f^Gence Is long and l^Abmaj7oud

^BbCrack in my^Cm head Behind my eyes Between the bl^Bboodwalls That line the streets and the ^Fskulls Fore^Gver ^Abmaj7

Letters ^Bbpiling ^Cmup Unanswered stars yawning together ^Bb You may have this gift from me ^F And I will se^Gnd you nothing ^Abmaj7

(And I^Bb see all^Cm) The green is going Black peter arises^Bb With his sack chock full of tric^Fks (And none of th^Gem eternal)^Abmaj7

With his b^Bbag of blood^Cm (And none of this runs e^Bbternal)

And he sm^Files White te^Geth cap over^Abmaj7 the blackened stumps

^BbAll the k^Cmings of all particular times Have p^Bbassed away

^FPretty as ^Gpink ^Abmaj7 I thought that I had see^Bbn ^Cm

The children a^Bbll laid down and smiled The f^Fires no longer s^Gmold and dullied ^Abmaj7

That co^Bbvered this w^Cmorld Swimming in farces In mud and in bloo^Bbd Without a care in the worl^Fd ^{G Abmaj7} The corpses are piled up al^Bbmost to he^Cmaven

And rubbing their h^Bbands Without a care in the wo^Frld ^{G Abmaj7} And so we all lie do^Bbzing under the^Cm sun Images of banality flick past our ^Bbeyes As we bask in this pa^Fradise Littered around ^Gus ^Abmaj7 Books of religion co^Bbvering my^Cm feet And I haven't the time for a wo^Bbrd ^{F G Cm} But still I see cottages co^Bbvered in ho^Cmneysuckle The dovecots so full of the Birds in their th^Bbousands The cats lap at cream in their pussyland dr^Feam And they ha^Gven't a care in the w^Abmaj7orld

We'^Bbre all d^Cmust I drop the compasss and point out the p^Bbole

We're all d^Fust ^{G Cm} So wait for me at n^Bbiemandswas^Cmser As I watch the flowers bl^Bboom And trail the horseflies as they sc^Fream The song^Gs we'll never kno^Abmaj7w:

That we^Bb're all ^Cmdust It shines That we're all d^Bbust ^{F G} We're all d^Abmaj7ust ^{Bb Cm Bb F G Cm Bb Cm Bb F G Cm Bb Cm Bb}